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“So is he like your servant?”
“More like a brother. So you can set aside any thoughts of using him against me.” Aiden gave me a thin smile. “I don’t care if he fucks you.”
The crass words disgusted me. Normally they wouldn’t have bothered me—a significant part of my career success depended on men being misogynistic pigs—and I wasn’t sure I wanted to examine why I was annoyed. Either way, all I said was, “Good.”
“Just don’t forget who you belong to.”
I didn’t belong to anyone, but I wasn’t going to get into a back-and-forth with him. “What’s my background?”
“Whatever you want. Just follow my lead.”
I sighed under my breath. I liked a controlled, careful plan of attack and a well-prepared dossier. Aiden seemed to favor a surprisingly laissez-faire approach for a man who seemed generally quite controlling.
“What kind of restaurant are we going to for dinner?”
“We’re not going to a restaurant.”
“Where are we going then?”
“My favorite club.”
Of course. There was nothing I hated like the club scene. I hated to dance. Clubs were always so loud. My idea of a good night was curling up in my own house with a book. The men in books were almost always more appealing than any man you can find at a club.
He either didn’t notice my disgust or didn’t care, because he went on, “Luckily, you won’t have to do very much talking.”
“You all seem like the kind of men that don’t need women to talk very much.”
“I hope you’re going to check this attitude before we walk into the club.” A faint smile came over his lips. “Or not. That could be fun too.”
“I’ll do my job of seeming like your girl,” I said. “Smart. Sophisticated. Submissive. I can keep my mouth shut for a few hours.”
“We will see.”
We pulled past lush green trees and into the circle before an expansive hotel. I knew that the Crude family owned a series of dance clubs. And I knew there was a dirty underbelly to those dance clubs.
As much as I hated to dance, I hoped all Aiden planned for us tonight was a dance club.
A smiling valet came and took Aiden’s keys. A second car pulled up behind us, with dark tinted windows. Aiden might’ve driven us, but his security was always lurking close by.
Interesting, then, that when we were in the house, it was just the four of us. Aiden was cocky.
I loved arrogance in a man. It made him so easy to manage.
“Ready?” He held out his hand.
“Absolutely.” I smiled back at him, pleased to have the chance to steal a cell phone tonight and get to work verifying just what he knew…and to make sure my Belladonnas were safe.
We crossed the lobby to the elevators, where he had to swipe his key card for the top floor.
He took me up to a lush, over the top dance club. It was like nowhere I had ever been in before. Everything was captivating, and while there was a dance floor where one could not hear oneself think—because that was some people’s happy place—the rest of the club was soundproofed well enough that you could actually carry on a conversation. Which I appreciated.
Not that he wanted me to converse much.
“If you can convince them that you belong with me,” he murmured into my ear as we took seats in a wide booth in the private VIP area. “Then you can level up and we can go to the tenth floor.”
“What’s on the tenth floor?”
“You’ll find out when you’re ready.”
